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He was my brother five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died
Freedom rider
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home, outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He, he was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free
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